INSANE CLOWN POSSE - Halls of Illusions Lyrics



Ticket pleasethankswalk through the doors
Into the halls of illusion and visit yours
To see what could'veand should'veand would've been real
But you had to fuck up the whole deal.
Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's a long wayit takes all day
And when we get to the endya find a chair
With straps and chainswe slap you in there!
Lock you down tightso you can't move a thread
Andpull your eyelids up over your head!
Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream
It's just too bad it ain't worth seeing.
You walk in and see two kids on the floor
They're playin' nintendoand he's got the high score
And sittin behind themchillin' in the chair
Is your wifeand you lookohyou ain't there!
It's some other manand they're hand in hand
How she looks so happyya don't understand
Seethis is an illusionit never came true
All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about
Your wife can't smilecuz you knocked her teeth out!
And she can't see straight from gettin' hit
Cuz you're a fat fuckin' drunk piece of shit!
But it's all goodherecome have a beer
I'll break the top off andand shove it in your ear!
And your death comes wickedpainfuland slow
At the hands of milenko!
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Great milenkowave your wand!
(don't look nowyour life is gone)
This is all because of you!
(what you got yourself into)
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Look who's nextit's mr. clark
The dirty old man from the trailer park.
Ya got your ticket? thankstake your coat off
And later onwhy not? I'll rip your throat off.
Let's take a walk down the hallway
It's a long wayit takes all day
And when ya get to the endya find a chair
Ya see all the blood? yeahya boy was just here!
We get all different kind of people comin' through
Richieschickensand bitches just like you!
In the hallseverybody gets a turn
To sit and witness your illusion before ya burn!
What do we have here? oh dear!
No way! it looks like ya kids' in the arcade
Ya daughter's chillin' up in collegetop grades
And your son's a fuckin' doctorphat pay!
They got familythe kidsand it's all good!
They even coach little league in the neighborhood!
Is this true? have ya really seen the holy ghost?
Nawbitch! not even close!
Back to realityyour son's on crack!
And your daughter's got nut stains on her back!
And they both fuckin' smell like shit
And live in the gutter
And sell crack to each other.
When they were kidsyou'd beat 'em and leave 'em home!
And even whip 'em with the cord of the telephone!
And that reminds me manhey you got a call!
Watch your step to hellit's a long fall.
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It's time to pack up and move to the next town.
But we forgot mr. bigot
Okaydig it
We can't show ya an illusioncuz we're all packedbut...
I'll still cut your neck out! how's that?
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